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I'm many things. Former E-4, Soon to be O-1 USMC. Avid Flatball player, Pianist, and 1L Juris Doctor Candidate.
Just a potential jersey design for IHUC 2011-2012

Just a potential jersey design for IHUC 2011-2012

Ok ok, I can let the misspelling of my name slide. Geoffrey is a weird name.BUT I F**KING LOATHE PASSIVE VOICE.…just had to vent. 

Ok ok, I can let the misspelling of my name slide. Geoffrey is a weird name.

BUT I F**KING LOATHE PASSIVE VOICE.

…just had to vent. 

Last weekend in Guangzhou

I spent my final complete weekend in China busy doing all of the things that I’ve come to enjoy in Guangzhou. If there is one thing I hate about traveling, it’s the part of the trip when I have to say my good byes. I hate saying good-bye. It’s not that it’s emotional. Honestly, I’m pretty callous and am very comfortable with the fact that I probably won’t see many of these people ever again in my life. It’s the extreme uncomfortable and awkward nature of the whole process. The Guangzhou and Shenzhen ultimate guys and gals here have made my stay thoroughly enjoyable. When I first arrived, I thought that I would be relegated to spending my weekends at home talking with American friends on the Internet and watching bootleg movies that I’d bought off the street. However after my first practice/pick up I quickly realized that I had stumbled upon a great asset. Ultimate gave me instant friends. I’ll elaborate more on this later in this massive text barrage. I’ll first address my Friday shenanigans.

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A Weekend in Shenzhen

            My travel writings are about a week backlogged, so I’ll start with a short account of LAST weekend to please my friends and family. Last weekend, a couple of friends and I planned a weekend trip to a beach near Shenzhen. At first I was a bit wary about the hygiene of a public beach in China, but I quickly got over it when I heard (through some Ultimate buddies in Shenzhen )that there was also a beach party scheduled that weekend. The shindig cost 100RMB (a pittance) and included free drinks from 8pm until 3am, a live DJ, lodging, and fireworks. When I first got to China, I never fathomed that I would be able to fill my weekends with events like this.

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At long last.

October 9th, 2011. Going from wearing this:


To this:

because shiny things catch my eye.

I love this sport because sometimes it makes me think that I just might be able to fly.
A photographer for a Guangzhou magazine showed up to practice today, and camped at one of the corners of the endzone. I told Albert that we should put on a show for her. We took turns throwing hucks to the photog’s corner, this strategy generated a lot of turns, but was worth it because it also generated a lot of great pictures.
I talked to her after the game (my Mandarin is finally usable), and gave her my e-mail. Can’t wait to get some professional Guangzhou Ultimate pics.

I love this sport because sometimes it makes me think that I just might be able to fly.

A photographer for a Guangzhou magazine showed up to practice today, and camped at one of the corners of the endzone. I told Albert that we should put on a show for her. We took turns throwing hucks to the photog’s corner, this strategy generated a lot of turns, but was worth it because it also generated a lot of great pictures.

I talked to her after the game (my Mandarin is finally usable), and gave her my e-mail. Can’t wait to get some professional Guangzhou Ultimate pics.

Why You Should Date an Illiterate Girl.

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It’s a bit lengthy, but beautiful nonetheless.

Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in film. Remark at its lack of significance.

Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi, and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale, or the evenings get long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.

Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same.

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(Source: echo5charlie)

My Great Aunt lent me some old photographs. Know your Roots (:P)